The Bismarck Tribune Newspaper, October 18, 1929, Page 4

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Foreign Representatives s SMALL, SPENCER & LEVINGS (Incorporated) Formerly G. Logan Payne Co. CHICAGO NEW YORK BOSTON (Official, City, State and County Newspaper) | Displacements by Machine a Problem ‘As labor and capital grow to understand the problems which in the past have kept them apart and more or less ‘at dagger points, thus to approach a status of peace in the age-old conflict between the master and the worker, @ new aspect of industrial evolution comes to the fore with new perplexitics. In fact, it brings the gravest problems along with the sunniest hopes. It promises a new cra in which drudgery is reduced to the vanishing point, but it works a big displacement in future live- hoods. It is the machine age which thus disturbs the indus- trial balance of today. Mechanical devices are coming more and more to assune the various types of toil, but in doing so they are displacing workers. The problem thus is shifted from the issues of wages and unionism and kindred elements of strife to the adjustment of the prob- Jem of the displaced wo:--~. What is he to do? ‘The displacement has becn coming on gradually, and ‘as it has been coming to the fore electrical development, the evolution of the movies, radio and other modern socio-industrial developments have been absorbing the slack by making new places by the millions for the ‘workers. Now, however, the saturation point seems to be near- ing in this process of dislocating labor and reallocating it. Labor leaders are alarmed over the prospect ahead of them. Workers in the east are especially apprehensive. Mechanical devices are displacing thousands of men and ‘women in positions which have provided them with bread heretofore, and the terms “bumped” and “bumped | off" have become rather familiar expressions on the Atlantic coast. The effect is especially distressing on the railrccds, where men who have been devoting their lives to one form or another of the activities of transportation find themselves in those years when change of occupa- tion has passed possibility, cast on the scrap heap by some automaton. Matthew Woll recently discussed the new troubles of the machine age, the ironies of the democratization of industry. He ts vice president of the American Federa- tion of Labor and one of the highest authorities on labor Problems. ~“e cited the cigar machines and the car- retarding devices in railroad yards, taking the place of | switechmen. The one sends men idle and gives high tchool girls work, but at the same time reduces the widespread existence of tuberculosis. The other abates @ hazardous occupation, for car switching always has been perilous. Yet those who followed it were skilled workers and when they lose their switching jobs it means that they must drift down the line of unskilled occupations for the remainder of their lives, into poorly paid, insecure tasks, never again to rise into the pride of skilled and well-paid activities. “Masses of men and women,” says Mr. Woll, “are mov- ing from security and comfort out into uncertainty and thence down to lower levels of life. Because the tide has just begun to run heavy in this direction, the floating mass has not yet begun to be startlingly visible to the Casual observer, but those whose life 1s in and of the world of work and workers know that the current is run~““g strong and something must be done. “What is to be done? First, the human race will sur- vive, with or without machines. We are not here to go backward without protest. But there must be something more statesmanlike than mere protest, though protest undoubtedly must cc-ne first to arouse interest and gen- erate thought. It seems to me that we must in some manner come to regard machinery as a social asset— that ownership of a machine cannot be allowed to stand for the right unduly to exploit and enslave men. We concede that some men have the right to own machines, ‘but we must also understand that all men have the right to an opportunity to live decently. We cannot allow the ‘machine to stand for a new feudalism. “It seems to me that owners of factories and wage earn- ers must reason together for the common good. “The goal announced by President Hoover, “a job for “every man,” must be realized. In other words, our ma- i chinery must be operated to fit and to suit our popu- lation. Unless that is done we set machinery up as Superior to men, which it is not. “In a way we are in the midst of new pioneering days, ‘with a roving, restless search for new fields, but there Tainbows only for a few, something very sad for a many, and if the more stabilized trades are pay- Telatively good wages there are the newer mechan- that out of the roving multitude others can be | emotions are still the willing slaves of war's bright, | fact that war is an institution that must be abolished. A! that beget and maintain freedom, as all history has shown. “But, great though the credits be, the debits remain. IT am concerned about removing them, and I will not sec those debits with rosy spectacles simply because there are enormous credits. Nor will the labor movement as a whole. While millions are too poorly rewarded for their toil—as in the southern textile industry—while gvcat numbers are thrown aside by the machine, which is of itself a good thing; while an cra that should bring plenty and happiness to all who have the willingness to work denies that plenty and happiness to great numbers, we have something to remedy, we have a constructive fight to make.” War and Emotions | In the last few years the world has heard more clo- quent picas for peace than ever before in its history. Gradually, the minds of men seem to be accepting the | good bit of machinery to accomplish this has becn set | up. Treaties have been signed, agreements have been made, to make a repetition of what happened in 1914 less casy. The novelists, too, have done their share. Such books as “All Quiet on the Western Front” have stripped war of its glartour, have revealed it for noncombatants in all of its filthy horror. Yet the ! *) ts going to be a hard one. We can become thoroughly convinced that war is a dreadful thing—but our emotions arc still such easy prey for the war-makers! In a national crisis we are ruled by our hearts instead of our heads; and as long as that remains true it will be comparative: cesy for the nations to slip into war again and again. ‘The latest of the ~-r novels provices striking proof of this. “All Else Is Folly," by Peregrine Acland, tells the story of a line officer in a Canadian regiment, sent overseas with the first hundred thousand and serving in the trenches throughout the long years to the armistice. This officer saw war in its most horrible guise. He saw his battalion riddled again and again, at Ypres, at Vimy Ridge end along the Somme. Finally he was dread- fully wounded and put out of action for good. Foy months he existe ! in a pain-racked stupor at a base hos- pital, He came back to Canada ~ mere wreck; crippled, half blind, utterly broken ‘+ body and spirit, everlast- | ingly disillusioned about war. Then, a decade after the armistice, he revisited the armory of his former command in a Canadian city. A battalion of kilties was just refurning from drill, bag- pipes skirling, drums beating, mailed feet crashing on the pavement. And this officer, watching them and; hearing the martial music, felt his blood stir again just as it had in 1914, He knew that war was vile, horrible, blind; yet, swept away by his emotions, he knew that he would enlist at ence if another war came along—would enlist because the bag-pipes and the drums and the bugles would over- power his reason-a::” ~*7!:2 him one of a cheering war- bound mob of enthusiasts, In that incident the author has put his finger on the ereat hope of Mars. We can talk about the horrors of war all we please; we can satisfy our minds that war must be averted; we can tell ourselves, for years, that war is uscless and fu- tile—but all of us, to a greater or lesser extent, are helpless when the flags wave and the bands strike up. For that reason it will be - lone time before war dics. Our cmotions are stronger than our brains. And our an tragically alluring trappings. A Good Indication ‘There have been those who have seriously doubted that Colonel Theodore Roosevelt, Jr., would make quite as good governor as the people of Porto Rico ought to have. To these skeptics, Colonel Roosevelt's inaugural address ought to come as at least a measure of reassurance. In it the new governor of the island admitted, quite frankly, that he has still a great deal to learn about Porto Rico's problenas, and pledged himself to study them and solve them so far as it lay within his power. This speech in itself, to be sure, does not constitute a successful administrat'-~ but its general tenor is favor- able. There is always something very encouraging about hearing a man admit that his new job is utterly strange to him. Colonel Roosevelt's frank avowals lead us to suspect that ne may surprise his critics and turn out to be an excellent ~overnor. Editorial Comment The Test of Education ‘Collier’s) Thomas A. Edison, a few weeks ago, supervised a com- petitive examination among youths from every state in the Union to find a young man fitted by aptitude, if not by ability, to follow in Edison's footsteps. These boys were required to answer a formidable list of questions, ranging the sphere of human knowledge from geometry and physics to abstract science and ethics. A Seattle schoolboy won the competition and will go through life burdened by the honor of his victory. Of course, this contest will not serve its published Purpose—to produce a successor to Edison. Genius is | not evoked by competitive examinations. Edison's wasn't. Neither was Henry Ford’ But this convention y that standards of American education are comprehensive and ; otherwise so many immature minds from tly a dogen different subjects of scientific and human interest, is to a measurably nearer to the ideal of education—a mind hospitable to all knowledge. Tt was said of Isaac Newton, or by him, ‘ged operations that treat men and women shabbily, | ji For centuries the secular teachers experimented to produce a system that itarian and humanistic or artistic ie eget ap beste John D. Rockefeller says he never met a golfer whose character was bad. age comes on, seem to be ready to forget and forgive everything. A public spirited citizen is anyone who writes to the paper criticizing the jury system. * * ‘The mayor of Lynn, Mass.. issues wear stockings. With winter just THE BISMARCK TRIBUNE, FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18, 1929 _ fur BUSTER WAS “TELLING US DAKE, THAT You ARE OUTOF A DoB! LOADING “Trucks ? <TH? PAY VSON'T BE Singular how men, when old xe * | be see * edict commanding the ladies to awe \F YOU'RE GOOD AT EARLY RISING AN’ LONG Hours, 1 CAN GET You A Job AT MY PLACE The tariff is a theory both Democ: always positively wrong and abso- lutely right. a a ‘Women in the South Sea Islands ‘When people owe you money. If} are poor conversationalists says A you give them too much rope they | travelor, are liable to skip. (Copyright, 1929, NEA Service, Inc.) Father: . thought nothing of chopping wood all day. Son: myself.-Answers. By Ahern I dave A FRIEND WHo's A RAILROAD SECTION BOSS ww mA WORD -To HIM AN’ HeE’LL MAKE A PLACE FOR YoU ON HIS GANG ? ~~ NOTHING TO (7 2) BUT DIGGING UP Much, BUT THEY PuT Z-TRACKS AN’ LAYING You ON PENSION AFTER RIB JAKE, around the corner, it looks to be as|@ good a time as any to issue an order like that. xe * on which epublicans are | ats and eo ® The game of bridge must practically unknown there. INHERITED TRAIT When I was a boy I I don’t think so much of it THis HAS HAPPENED HELEN PAGE feels hopelensty im tove with her i 7 ently grandchild of a mil- Monaire, CYRIL K. CUNNING. HAM, Brent takes her to and offers preofe which « for the tajustice mother, Cunaingham showers the ciel with a@ection and gifts and he learns te love him. Among Helen's new friends are EVA ENNIS and her brother ROBERT, whe falls im tove with done ber her. Bremt née another tocket whieh matches the one i Brent bad amused makiog love to Eva (vies to break of the out making Helen suspicions. Meanwhile, Bob ts toe proud to epenk bie love aati! a chance meeting breaks bis reserve. NOW GO ON WITH THE sTORY * CHAPTER XXVIL B® took the dish Helen offered him and put it on a nearby table, His eyes had not left her face. Helen felt his gaze leveling the intangible barrier that a moment before had made them merely two hungry young creatures turning thelr search for food into a kitchen lark. She knew that Bob had discov. ered something new in her—some thing that overwhelmed him. For bis understanding glance had fol- lowed & look of slow-dawning sur- prise. It was as though he saw her for the frst time, and the vision bad startled him, Then thete flashed into bis eyes the eternal truth of love. He saw the girl be knew he Must have, Saw her without the forbidding background that had Stopped bim even before her sub- sequent, indifference id made wanting her an {diot’s aspiration. Perhaps it was the domestic touch; perhaps the bint of laughter at the corners of her mouth—mat- ing laughter, the soft, satistied ©1929 BY NEA SERVICE INC. NEW ONES fae it’s A CINCH APTER TH” FIRST 100 ZENTHANKS Just 7H’ 2) SAME “ BUT FoR Td? NEXT COUPLA LH} MONTHS I'M GOING | (| PRACTICE’ SWINGIN A BELL, SOT CAN GET A Vos FoR A. WEEK AS A SIDEWALK SANTA CLAUS! ©1029, By nA | Our Yesterdays vom FORTY YEARS AGO Dr. J. Montgomery, one of the | Walsh county statesmen, was in the city today looking for a house as he plans to move his family here for the winter. Frank Frisby has just published the first issue of his magazine, the Frisby Courier. Mrs. N. G. Ordway has returned from a visit in the Red River valley and is the guest of her daughter, | Mrs, E. L. Whitford. A number of young women gath- | the | 20th. Sunday Breakfast: of the whites slices of crisp bacon, stewed prunes, Melba toast. Lunch: Eight-ounce glass of grape- juice. | Dinner: Vegetable soup, salisbury junket with whipped cream and fruit juice. ‘Tuesday | Cottage cheese, Melba toast, apple sauce. Lunch: Baked ground beets, com- bination salad of celery, tomatoes and small green peas on lettuce. | Dinner: Mushroom soup, roast toast, stewed raisins. Lunch: Oranges as desired. Dinner: Broiled lamb chops, string | beans, cooked celery, McCoy salad, pineapple ee Breakfast: toast, stewed apricots. HEALTH“DIET WS Dr Frank thts he Sast hay. Dr. McCoy's menus suggested for week beginning Sunday, October French omelet. made of eggs and milk, (steak, spinach, turnips and tops, sal- |ad of sliced tomatoes with celery, | pork, steamed carrots with parsley, ursday Coddied eggs, Melba ADVICE DIET Witt Be WeSWrERED ae Shain oe mere *pBaked eggplant and to- Lunch: matoes, cel Dinner: ery. Vegetable soup, roast Dr. McCoy will gladly answer | stewed figs, Melba toast, bh sv th on pe Phd ae cg Lunch: kgelasaae macaront, |] Tripune, cooked spinach, raw celery. Dinner: Jellied tomato consomme, |] gatos aoe pexgnees MArensed broiled chicken, string beans, baked . ege plant. Cauliflower salad, Ice cream. beef, buttered vegetables, spinach, Monday head lettuce, raspberry whip. Breakfast: Coddled egg, 2 or 3 Friday Breakfast: Toasted breakfast food with cream (no sugar), stewed figs. Lunch: Raw apples as desired, with glass of milk. Dinner: Baked whitefish, cooked lettuce, salad of sliced tomztocs, Jello or jell-well, no cream. Saturday Breakfast: French omelet, Melba toast, stewed prunes. Lunch: Sandwiches of wholewheat bread, lettuce and peanut buiter. Dinner: Americen cheese, cooked cucumbers, asparagus. Salad of to- matoes and celery, sliced pineapp'c. *Baked eggplant and tomatoc: |salad of cold asparagus (canned),|Pecl eggplant, cut into cubes and | baked apple. steam until tender in a tightly cov- Wednesday ered pan. Into a casserole put a Breakfast: Baked egg, Melba |layer of the cooked cggplant, a layer of sliced fresh tomatoes, or the pulp of canned tomatoes, and sprinkle generously with chopped celery and a little salt if desired. Repeat until casserole is filled. Bake tightly cov- ered in a moderate oven twenty min- utes. Serve with butter and grated cheese. ered at the home of Miss Minnie | Soyell last evening, the occasion be- 9 | ing her birthday anniversary. Games and dancing were the diversions. TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO Miss Ara Waggoner leaves today for St. Louis. Mrs. C. W. Waggoner will also leave soon for Chicago for a visit with her daughter Bessie. Dr. G. A. Kohler of Minneapolis is visiting here with Mr. and Mrs. A. Lucas. Mrs. J. R. Gage has returned from ® month’s visit in St. Louis and Chi- cago. ‘Warden Boucher and A. T. Crowl have gone to Quincy, Ill, to attend Ruth Dewey Groves *RICH GIRL POOR GIRL", ETC, AUTHOR OF inine line of her creamy throat, “that it would be... that I'd like; less the pounding of a trip-hammer. Perhaps the effect of her appear- ince in an apron had something to do with it, Whatever it was Bob kissed her. Helen was gasping for breath when he released her. He had not let her go voluntarily. She had struggled out of his arms, though she was never to be without a yearning to return to them, “Don't expect me to ask your for- siveness,” Bob said as she stood off from bim, desperately trying to control her voice for speech, “My love for you is something 1 will not apologize for.” In spite of the flood of despair that Helen felt engulfing ber, she experienced a thrill of happiness over his declaration. This was no toy lover, to kiss and say “I'm sorry.” “No,” she said, “no, I would not want you to, Only...” Her choked utterance broke and left her help- less, with only her tear-filled eyes and unsteady lips to tell him that she must strike at bis happiness, ose HAT is it?” Bob was ruthless with the rush of premonition that came to him. Before Helen answered he burst out bitterly: “I didn't get so far as to imagine 1 could have you. Just wanting you was enough to blind me to reason.” “Yes, you were blind” Helen cried; “blind as could be, else you would have seen that 1 did not want this to happen.” Bob's answering laugh was as mirthless as a dirge. “So you an- tleipated it?” he asked. Helen looked at bim with un- ashamed honesty deep-seated in her unswerving gaze. “I thought of it,” she said sim- ply. “You say that, and expect me not to kiss you again?” Bob was a to have you kiss me.” She heard him stir; heard his/ half-suppressed exclamation. She} put out a hand. “Wait,” she en-| treated, Bob did not move. “That was when f first met you,” Helen hurried on, scarcely aware of how she ‘was bearing the truth between them; “but 1... 1 thought 1 was in love with someone else.” “And you promised to marry him,” Bob supplied, too painfully unhappy to be conscious of his lack of originality. Helen's head dropped in assent. “You can’t keep such a promise now," Bob cried, reaching out to grasp ber shoulders. His tingers sank deep into her flesh and Helen winced, but she did not struggle to free herself. “You can’t, I say!" Bob raved. “Helen, do you know what you said? You thought you loved him! Don't you see what that means?” “I've promised,” weakly, Helen said eee Bee's hands fell to hers, held them tight. “Helen,” he plead- ed, “Helen, why didn't you give me a chance? I love you so. I might have made you care for mea little.” Helen's tips twisted into the semblance of a smile. “Would it be right to marry on just a little love?” she asked. “Better than on none at all,” Bob declared. “And you don't love this man. I know you don't. Not even a little bit. You are mine, Helen. Right now I could kiss you—no, don't pull away—1 won't do it, but | Helen. don’t say you thought this wouldn't happen—that you didn't want it to fair to me, Three times though one of us...” He paused and laughed “Well, you are the shortly. ; trifle wild, Helen hesitated, drew in her breath sharply and sald: “1 expect you “ever to kiss me again.” Bob too hesitated, weighing her tense sincerity for its true value. “I do not obey injunctions as blindly as 1 love,” he threatened. “I shall tell you why I make this one,” Helen replied, fighting to keep her voice level and clear. “I am engaged to marry...” She stopped, unable to bring Brent’s name to her lips. Bob stood as though turned to steel, Across his eyes pain flick ered vack and forth like a shadow. Helen turned her face away and Gulped back the sob that rose in her throat, His silence was an un- uotes thet are beard only in the iutimscy of s happy home. Per haps it was the exquisitely tem bearable reproach. “lL thought once,” she said with & ferce desire to defend herself, - mounting hysteria and fight the temptation to have him hold ber close at the same time, Then she lifted her hands, placed the palms against his cheeks and raised her head to press her lips to his. Bob needed no words from her to interpret that kiss for him. It sent the message of her love to him more convincingly than any- thing else could have done. And yet he kuew that it was a farewell caress. The bitter-sweet anguish that filled Helen's heart flowed somehow into his own. eee HEN she drew away from him he did not scek to hold her. The old knowledge that he could not possess her had caught him in its grip again and he was helpless against the inevitableness of their parting. “I love you, 1 love you, I love you.” The words pounded over and over against Helen's quivering lips but she refused them utterance. Bob would know—it would be easier if she did not say it. “Helen, pleaded in a rush of despair, “you aren't going through with it? You aren't going to marry anyone else?” “L muet, if he still wants me,” Helen told him. “Of course he will want:you! But can’t you see what a beast that would make him it you tell him you don’t love him? How can you think of marrying such a man?” Helen could not restrain a faint smile. “Perhaps you misjudge him,” she said, “and he may not care so much as you think.” “You know in your heart that he does,” Bob retorted. “But I mean to tell him about Helen him, gs “ef ‘There was, for instance, ‘he debt she owed to Leonard Brent. @ meeting of the state prison con- gress, TEN YEARS AGO W. E. Runey, Sterling, recently ap- pointed field immigration comn sioner for the state, was a busil visitor here yesterday A. C. Knudtson, head of the Kundtson Cash store company, hs purchased the McConkey Commerc: Philip W. Blank, Jr., New Salem, was a business visitor in Bismarcx today. Mrs. Nat Prentice, Minneapolis spending the week in Bismarck wit friends. UOTATION a “You cannot take away ning trament of war and put not its place.” —Viscount Cecil. ee * “If you've got to take a licking, it may as well be a good one.” —Chick Meehan, New York Univer- sity football coach. * * “Prohibition has got so ridiculous that I've quit fooling with it. There isn’t any.” —Senator Cole Blease of South Car- olina. ees “In spite of the stalwart stand taken by a few preachers here and there it seems obvious that the aver- age professing Christian of today has not the slightest intention of at- tempting any actual experiment in living the life suggested by Jesus.” —Heywood Broun. (The Nation.) ** * “A war is on the way. It will b= one between those who believe in ‘america, first’ and’ those who whoop for ‘Profits first.” —Walter B. Pitkin. (Forum.) s* 8 z “The best marital bet among men seems to be the lawyer. Members of this profession very rarely seek re- Nef in the divorce courts.” —Charles J. McGuirk. (Liberty.) CHEOPS WASN'T SO i HOT AS A MASON Chicago.—(NEA)—A small piece of mortar from the pyramid of Khufu, estimated to be 6,000 years ola and built by the Egyptian king, Cheops, was recently brought here for testing by the laboratories of the Portland Cement ass: ‘ion, composition of the piece was found to be weak, easily decompos mortar made up largely of impurc alabaster. _ In the dry hot climate of North Africa, where this pryamid has stood for thousands of years, this type of composition withstood the ravages of time. However, the association reports that if erected in a climatic similiar to that of the United States, it would have decomposed in a short All kinds of mortars and cements have been tested in these labor- Just recently they analyzed cenerete from the Arch of Titus in